Hello, it’s me, Elizabeth!Â I am not wearing any pants!Â None!Â And I am on the stairs, holding a piece of dog bone.
What’s that, Mama?Â You want me to come off the stairs into kitchen?Â NO!Â Most definitely not!Â Wait, what’s that?Â A single chocolate chip on the carpet?Â I shall come examine it.Â
Got to check the lock, make sure I won’t be locked off the stairs if I come to get chocolate chip.
I change mind!Â Stairs are better than single chocolate chip!Â Retreat!
What’s that, Mama?Â TWO chocolate chips.Â Hmmm…
Got to check the lock again.Â Okay, it’s open.
I think perhaps it is safe…Â Approach with caution…
Two chocolate chips!Â Whoo!
Noooooooo!Â Mama close gate!Â Mama mean!
Bite the couch in protest!
Wait, what was I upset about?Â I can’t remember.
Okay, feed chocolate chip to baby!
And that is what I think of stairs.